Those boon times went bustMy feet of clay, they've dried to dustThe red isn't the red we painted,It's... Just... RustThat signature thing that used to bring a followingI have trouble now, even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday nightAnd keep on letting him change all my plansI'm either so sick in the headI need to be bled dry to quitOr I just really used to love himI sure hope that's it

I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just mushAnd that signature thing is only growing harrowingI should have no trouble now to keep from following

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday nightAnd keep on letting him change all my plansI'm either so sick in the headI need to be bled dry to quitOr I just really used to love himI sure hope that's it

Those boon times went bustMy feet of clay, they've dried to dustThe red isn't the red we painted,It's... Just... RustThat signature thing that used to bring a followingI have trouble now, even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday nightAnd keep on letting him change all my plansI'm either so sick in the headI need to be bled dry to quitOr I just really used to love himOr I just really used to love himOr I just really used to love himI sure hope that's it